—SATURDAY, CARLOS MANSION— Carlos took his last step down the stairs, phone in his right hand, clad in a black casual top and grey sweatpants; his hair was messy and stuck to his face, indicating he had just had his bath. He looked around the house; it was neat. He nodded to himself when he touched some spots in the house, and they were clean. He hated dirt.He walked into the kitchen to the maids; he never let them stay. Immediately, they were done for the day. He always made sure they left; he hates too many people in his private space.“G..Good morning, sir.” The maid by the door, who noticed his presence, greeted him. The second looked up, “Good morning, Mr Carlos.”“Hmm.” Carlos hummed as he got a cup and headed to the coffee brewer to make coffee for himself. The maid's eyes widened as one of them quickly rushed over to him,“I…I’ll help you with this air.” She gave a tight smile, trying to collect the cup from him.“No, never mind, it’s just coffee, I can handle it mys
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